I HONESTLY HATE THIS BAND.

Liam and Zayn decided it'd be cool if Liam named his firstborn 'Taylor' and now I have never been so miserable, except for when Zayn looked at Liam really really really sadly when Liam said, "I guess you can't always get what you want" or whatever in that interview. I haven't even watched the video, I've just seen the gif ( Read more... )

In an effort to ruin my life, Harold has spent the last week driving around LA in a Ferrari.


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I am officially moved into my first apartment! That is actually sort of a lie, I have so many boxes and stuff to move tomorrow because the storage people weren't around today, but I have keys and a suitcase in my room and a room and a private bathroom and granite countertops and stainless steel appliances because this place is SO NICE. It's ( Read more... )

I'M DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE

100oz of Redbull, 20 cups of tea, 120 hours awake, and four days late, I am finished with the god damn finals week from hell, and none of you (save maybe mockturtletale who experienced my every emotion via Twitter, AIM, and email) have any idea how much relief I feel. I CAN BREATHE AGAIN!!!! (I can' ( Read more... )

Today was ROUGH, y'all.

The only thing worse in my life today than the One Direction fandom on Tumblr was the aftermath of drinking three sidecars and two margaritas in about an hour (and then plenty after that -- last night was just about the biggest shitshow I and several of my peers have ever experienced), and then Liam had to go and get angry on ( Read more... )

I am HOME! Which, in retrospect, is a very weird thing to say I think because I'm actually not home, I am actually back at school where I arrived after being in my "actual home" for the weekend, but whatever. Home is where the heart is, and my heart is not in Detroit right now, no matter how hard it hustles. (Which is very hard. I have the sweater ( Read more... )

it feels like saturday afternoon
it feels like gray clouds and the steady patter of rain
it feels like hot chocolate, curled up on the couch
it feels like a warm fire and really good book
melancholy in the best ways, content and easy to please

but the fire sparked just a little too much
and caught on the pages of the book
it cackles and pops and swallows ( Read more... )